Well, we spent last night at the campground again and it was much more enjoyable. Many of the other campers had already packed up and left, it being the end of the weekend. So, it was peaceful. We ate split pea soup and smores. Or ham soup as I called it for the kids, and actually, they didn't eat much of it. I think it was the green hue and the mushy texture that turned them off. I did get Verity to eat a few bites by bribing her with Capri Sun. And True ate some just to be a good boy, because that's the way he is. My father-in-law ate two bowls, stating that it was delicious, but just as I was about to pat myself on the back for my excellent culinary skills, I spotted a sly look on my husband's face. "What did you add to it?" I asked. Both he and my dad have this habit of adding ingredients to almost every meal I prepare, whenever I'm not looking. My dad is not bashful about announcing that he added tablespoons by the multitude of garlic, but Brett at least tries to keep it a secret. Last night after failing the pinkie swear no crosses count test, he admitted that he'd added garlic powder, onion powder, and of all things syrup. Everything has to be a little sweet with him. He probably would have added ketchup had he not feared it would have changed the color of the soup from green to red. It was good, regardless. Probably better.
Then we made a campfire and had smores, or shmores as Brett and his mom call them. His mom eats them with shortbread cookies instead of graham crackers but it's just not the same.
At the end of the evening we brought home the baby, and this time Verity too. She said she wanted to sleep with Mommy and Daddy because Nanna "noi". "Nanna has booboo." Then she pointed at her throat and made a snoring noise. Translation, "Nana's noisy with all her snoring and I need to get some sleep tonight.
The babies were out within minutes of arriving home, so Brett and I laid on the trampoline and looked at the stars. I always want to say, "wow, the stars were really out" but that's not accurate. They're always out, we just can't always see them, right? Isn't that like so many intangible things. Always there, it's just that circumstances cloud our vision. Anyway,that's what I'll miss if we ever move back to the city. The stars. And I was thinking about how darn smart scientists are. To imagine and contemplate going to the moon, and then to actually come up with a way to do that. I'm sure it was a process put together by thousands of brilliant minds, over hundreds of years, but I wouldn't even be on the board.